Over the weekend, I read an excerpt from The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard. This reading was an in depth dramatization of the emotions and feelings of different spaces, in particular the house. A particular point that was made was about the cellar "As for the cellar... it is first and foremost the dark entity of the house, the one that partakes of subterranean forces. When we dream there, we are in harmony with the irrationality of the depths"(Bachelard). This harks back to my childhood, where I was always deathly afraid of the basement. Its dark depths and dank atmosphere lended itself to evil intentions. However, like all fears, mine have passed since I got the courage to explore the basement and what possibilities the space holds. Through knowledge and exploration, fears can be swept aside, replaced by inspiration and a swath of new activities, all without the hanging doom of the unknown darkness that was present beforehand.